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Wednesday, June 20, 2007

The Faster You Go Deaf, The More Time You Have To Read

posted by on June 20 at 11:12 AM

Our show in SF tomorrow got canceled and we’re scrambling to find new bands and a new place to play. The headliners dropped off, leading the promoter to cancel the show— and even though we wanted to just play the venue anyway, the promoter was super weird about it and now we’re just sitting on our asses waiting to hear back from other friends’ bands. Last night half the band went to check out Dan Deacon at the Bottom of the Hill while the rest of us went to the Bloom Saloon where we met an extremely drunk man who bought us round after round of drinks. He said many amazing things, but upon learning that we were a band on tour he said, “Put me on the list, I’ll bring a bunch of big-tittied bitches and tell them you’re so fucking famous that they gotta do anal.”

This was before he bought us all martini’s and proceeded to get even more plastered.

We’ve had a lot of downtime on this tour, it’s basically been one day on and then one day off. So, we’ve had a lot of time to read on the long drives and our days off. Here’s some of what we’re reading, what we’ve brought, and what we’ve bought to be consumed on the road:

The Road by Cormac McCarthy
The Psychic Soviet by Ian Svenonius
The Maltese Falcon by Dashielle Hammett
The High Window by Raymond Chandler
Curses by Kevin Huizenega
The Invisibles: Apocalipstick by Grant Morrison
Vampires and Other Restless Creatures of the Night by Jean Marigny
Hainish Novels by Ursula K. Le Guin
Kafka on the Shore by Huraki Murakami
Cometbus #48-49 by Aaron Cometbus
Palm Sunday by Kurt Vonnegut
The Path to the Spiders’ Nest by Italo Calvino

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I'm totally grateful to have gone on tours with Tullycraft. There were maybe one or two books in the car, that were read infrequently. Fanzines on the other hand (and not the kind like Cometbus) were gobbled up, as we picked up one or two in most cities.

To pass the time? Sean taught us songs to sing as we crossed the border of states. He made mix tapes of the numerous d.i.y. bands he was in contact with (occasionally, Celine Dion or Coolio would slip in). I was contiually amazed by his inventful song catalouge. We'd play old-timey radio story cassettes. There was bowling, frisbee, a version of Name That Video Game Sound, origami, sleeping(yay), on and on.

I don't even know why I'm writing this. Sean, if you're out there, I'm sorry. You're too important to the heart of what the Seattle music scene could be(for sakes, the world). Don't bother coming to my synthy thing if I do qualify. I'll email you an mp3 of it later.

Posted by Garrett | June 20, 2007 11:53 AM

Italo Calvino is so monumental. Says so much with so little.

"Invisible Cites" is my favorite.

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